Have you ever wondered why it’s okay for some people to be cranky and cynical all the time, actually expecting you to get on board with their constant griping by dumping on you each time they see you? Have you ever wondered why you let them do it?
Have you ever wondered why those same people make you out to be horribly dysfunctional and a royal pain when you elude, for a brief moment, maybe once during the time you’ve known them, that you might be having a bad day? Have you ever wondered why they respond with such intense disdain it could knock you over if you weren’t paying attention?
Yesterday I visited one of my favorite health food stores and ran into someone I know, which is not surprising because she works there. When I see her, she is often withdrawn, has trouble holding eye contact and frequently complains about one thing or the other. I can feel her pain and mostly remain interactive no matter what she has to share. I don’t perpetuate her reality, yet I am present for her; empathic might be the correct word here.
So, back to yesterday, I just happened to be working through a bit of old energy and wasn’t in a very good social frame. When I passed her on the way out of the store, I said hello. She didn’t look at me, yet said, “how ya doin.” I responded with a laugh and said, “I’m grumpy today.” Still not looking at me, she said hesitantly, almost like a question, “oh…well, a…okaaaay.” I returned the cordiality and she gave me a look out of the corner of her eye that said it all. I didn’t have to hear her words to know that she was filled with disdain for this momentary shift in my usual behavior, saying rather vehemently, “I’m actually really good.” And the unspoken accompaniment was, “What’s wrong with you? I’m okay and you’re not!”
For me it was just another one of those bullets that I’ve learned to dodge over all the years of practice because I’m such a magnet for them. By the way, they still feel very real, and that’s my own projected programming. So, I guess you could say, I create this reality. I am not only aware of it, I am responsible for it, yet not quite able to fully shift out of it. Luckily, I can accept it; well, almost fully!
In addition though, it’s about the other person’s state of hope and expectation that they are cared for, seen in some way. It’s about their desperate longing to be special, allowing no room for someone else’s moment of pain. Unfortunately they position themselves as victims of the nasty bug going around, the mean corporation they work for, their partner, the history they had with their parents, or some other equally old, uncontrollable or traumatic event. No matter what it is, they aren’t present and they aren’t responsible for it.
I get that because I still feel annihilated by stuff…maybe different stuff, yet stuff just the same.
Most people carve out a niches for themselves, holy ground that cannot be tread upon. Those who paint themselves as the victim of this and that, make no room when someone else might have a this or a that on occasion. Maybe it’s some kind of territorial thing. They react out of survival, in this case it’s an attachment to some kind of identity of themselves and a narrow projection of who the other person is able or allowed to be in relation to them. This is sort of like a place where there is a great little bookstore in town and then a similar, bigger bookstore comes in, takes action and generally creates some space for themselves while the other store’s staff stirs the pot of envy, hoping the bigger store just goes away.
Sounds like a Meg Ryan, Tom Hanks movie doesn’t it?! And what comes first, the big fish’s belief it needs a lot of room or maybe even a desire to eat little fishes? Or, does the little fish already believe it is a delicacy for the big fish, spending its whole life avoiding and hoping never to meet a big fish eye to eye?
Have you ever wondered why there is so much comparison and competition in the world? Why is it we can’t just let another have a moment of despair now and then, or allow that bookstore to co-exist in the same vicinity without throwing a blanket of disdain and judgment over the top of it? And by the way, it comes from both sides. Worse, why do we feel so belittled by another’s presence? Why do we sit around hoping it will all go away so we don’t have to deal with the potentiality that the book store, fish or person will get more than we do, taking away our customers, our friends, our definitions and even our lives?
Who would we be in light of another just like us? Who would we be if we were all alone in our fish tank?
Don’t we see that we are all part of the turning wheel, like the elements, the seasons and the solar system as it revolves around the Sun? Of course you’re going to use the ego word here, aren’t you? While that is certainly true, and our ego is what keeps us from recognizing ourselves and our divinity, our ego also helps us know who we are in this world, what differentiates us from something outside of us. We need the ego to live on this planet. Even the avatars have egos; the difference may be they are capable of holding both sides of this enigmatic human existence.
So what is the real question here? How do we co-exist with our egos, the reflections we see, people who take up space nearby, businesses that may compete with our own, or people who, no matter what we do, are always hoping their lives will be different some day? How do we co-exist with the bigger fishes, and how do we co-exist with our own projections of passivity and expectation?
What is your deepest, most hidden hope? Peace is not an acceptable answer in this instance.
If you are going to consider this possibility at all, please do so from the shadowy part of you. What do you regularly hope for that comes from a place of lack or powerlessness? You’ll probably find it stored with things you feel entitled about, desires you’ve never quite actualized nor received. And you could feel falsely pro-active about these desires, especially if they are covered in expectation, anger or arrogance. You might have to dust off a few boxes before you see those that lie underneath.